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Chapter 7
Chapter 7If Dylan had spent the night, if I hadn’t been alone this morning, I would have been fine. But without him there, all I could do was think about the night before, the things I had said, the things I had admitted to. I was embarrassed down to my core. I didn’t know if it was because of my age, or how I’d been raised, or even just because I wasn’t used to talking about these kinds of things. But I was mortified I’d said all that out loud, and even worse that I’d said it to Dylan, despite the fact that he’d shared his own fantasies. There was a part of me that knew the emotion was illogical. I had nothing to be ashamed of. Every person had different wants and desires. But no matter how many times I told myself it was fine, that Dylan had not only liked it but had been turned on by i
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